The Family Jewels

Chapter 38
Ballin’ the jack

Saturday Morning, before Quidditch

Hermione heard Draco say the password to her bedroom, and pushed up onto one elbow. She smiled at him and looked at the clock. “I can’t believe that I slept so late. Shouldn’t you be down at the pitch?” she asked him, noticing that he was already wearing his Quidditch uniform.

“I was there, but someone tampered with the game balls, and Madam Hooch was really worried. She sent an owl to Quality Quidditch Supplies for a complete new set. So I guess we’re just going to wait until they come.” Lucius said, looking down at Hermione, who was wearing a lilac lace camisole. ‘She does have nice tits,’ he thought to himself.

“Whatever shall we find to do while we’re waiting, love?” Hermione asked him suggestively.

‘Love?’ he thought to himself angrily. ‘What has my bloody excuse for a son been up to?’ But he schooled his features into a suggestive smirk, “What did you have in mind, dear?” he asked, coming further into the room and sitting on the bed.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him from behind, frowning when Draco tensed. “I’m sure you’ll get to play today, darling,” she said, licking the shell of his ear.

“Maybe we should play now, just to be sure,” Lucius said with a wolfish grin. He pulled his boots off, then his breeches and jumper. He began to unbutton his shirt, when he realized if he took off the silk shirt, she would see the Dark Mark. He just left it and turned to her.

“Aren’t you going to finish getting undressed?” Hermione asked, her arms sliding around his waist.

Lucius looked down at the erection tenting his boxers. “There are more important clothes that need to be taken off,” he said softly.

Her small hand caressed his cock through his boxers. “You are so right,” Hermione smiled.

Lucius turned to her and pulled the camisole over her head. She had a small emerald green silk bag around her neck, a gift from his worthless son, no doubt. His mouth descended to lick and suck on a nipple. His hand began to pull and tweak her other nipple. When he bit her nipple and twisted a bit too roughly, she stopped cooing at him and tried to pull back. “What’s gotten into you today?” she demanded.

“Nothing, dear, nothing,” he answered, his tongue licking each nipple alternately to soothe the hurt. Soon she was moaning and thrusting her body against his, her fingers sliding beneath his boxers to tease his cock.

Lucius’ hands slid down her body to find she was wearing the briefest of thongs, and he slid this off also. He could tell she was wet already, and found that he wasn’t disappointed that the pretty Mudblood would enjoy what he intended to do to her, THIS time. Not yet, though.

Lucius lay back on the bed, and took his boxers off. His cock rose proudly and her hand began to caress it more firmly, and Lucius was actually proud of his son for teaching the little slut to properly please a man.

“Suck it,” he said hoarsely.

Hermione gave him a strange look, but did as she was bidden. She loved giving Draco head. Hermione started slow, licking the pre-cum from his slit, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. Her hand cupped the weight of his balls, playing with the sac. She began to run her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, giving the tip a brief hard suck each time. When she judged that she had teased long enough, she took most of his length into her mouth, one hand moving gently at the base of his cock. When she was on a down stroke, his hand came up to hold her head so that his cock bumped the back of her throat. ‘Something is really wrong,’ she thought, ‘he knows I don’t like having my head held when I suck him off.’

She tried to pull back, but his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head while he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. She was gagging, but he continued to thrust into her mouth brutally. When he was done, and was sure that she had swallowed, he allowed her to release his spent cock from her lips. “What the fuck, Draco?” she asked angrily.

“It just felt so good, I couldn’t help myself,” Lucius said. That was the closest anyone got to an apology from Lord Malfoy.

“Try harder next time,” Hermione said, throwing herself down beside him on the bed. Lucius went back to sucking on her nipples, pulling back every so often to observe the purple marks he was leaving on her pretty flesh. He lay down on the bed and pulled her up close to his body.

“Are you wearing a different cologne?” she asked him, wrinkling her nose.

“Yes, I thought I’d make a change. You don’t like it?” he asked, smirking.

“No, it’s fine,” she said immediately, “I just like your other scent so much.”

Lucius moved her hand down to cover his dick again. “Why don’t you get me hard so that we can continue, dear?” he asked.

“Don’t you need to get back to the match?” Hermione asked a little skeptically.

“They said they would send an owl when they were ready to start the match,” he said smoothly.

Hermione gave a mental shrug, and began to play with his cock again. The hair around the base of his cock seemed to be a darker blond than she remembered, but it was usually dark when they made love, so she brushed it off. Soon, his cock was hard and throbbing once more.

Lucius’ hands moved to her hips to bring her onto her hands and knees. “Draco, you know I don’t prefer this position,” she whined.

“Just this once, for luck,” he asked, hiding a malicious smile when she shot a glance at him.

“Oh, all right,” she said. “But you’re going to owe me.”

“Of course, dear, of course,” Lucius lied once again.

Lucius rubbed his cock against her slit briefly, and then slid the entire length into her. She gasped, then began to move back against his body. His hands held her hips as he fucked her, he could see the finger shaped bruises coming up already. He pulled out when her internal muscles seemed to tighten around him, and he moved his cock up to the pucker of her anus. “Draco, no,” she begged in a panic as she felt the head being forced in.

“Oh, yes, my dear,” he corrected, impaling himself inside her.

“Draco, you’re hurting me. What is wrong with you?” Tears stood out in Hermione’s eyes when he slid into her. His path became easier after a few minutes, and Lucius idly observed the blood gathering at the base of his dick. He took his time, enjoying her struggles and the cries she was not trying to muffle from the pain he was causing her.

“So tight, my dear, I may need to keep you for a while,” he informed her, before stiffening and blowing his load inside her. She immediately dropped to the bed when he released her hips, attempting to crawl away from him.

“Where do you think you are going, Mudblood?” he asked her, easily gathering both of her wrists in one hand.

“Mudblood?” she questioned with hurt eyes. Something was bloody wrong with Draco, that much was for sure. First, he took her so brutally, now calling her Mudblood. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed her, she finally realized.

“Draco, love, what is wrong?” she questioned urgently. Her eyes darted all over him, coming to light on his chin. “When did you get that scar?” she asked him in shaking voice.

“I got that on the first raid I went on for the Dark Lord,” Lucius answered. He shrugged, “We all need to learn from our mistakes.”

Hermione’s mouth opened, but no sound seemed to be coming out. “You’re Draco’s father,” she accused.

“Of course, dear. For someone who’s supposed to be so smart, it certainly took you long enough.” Lucius took his wand and Accio’d the vial in his clothes to himself. He knelt over her, holding her hands more firmly, unstoppering the vial with his teeth. He pulled her forward and dumped the veritaserum down her throat, shaking her so that she swallowed it.

“Now, we’re going to have a little chat my dear,” he said pleasantly. He waited until the glassy look came over her eyes, then he stepped away from her, casting “Scourgify” over himself.

“Has my son translated the diary?” he asked.

“Yes,” Hermione answered dully.

“Does he know what violation of the code de famille means?” Lucius probed further.

“Yes,” Hermione said.

“Where is the chest?” he asked.

“In his room,” she replied.

Lucius pulled her from the bed, ignoring her gasp of pain. They went into Draco’s bedroom and he placed his hand on top of the chest, tapping the lock with his wand. “Where is the diary?” he questioned when he couldn’t find it.

“I don’t know,” Hermione’s mind was racing, where was the diary? She thought Draco kept it in the chest.

“Well, it looks like we will have to go to my back-up plan. Draco must take the Dark Mark himself to violate the code de famille as well. Will Draco come for you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she said, hating him.

“Then we must be off.” Lucius was already pulling his clothes on. Hermione began to pull clothes on as well. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked her.

“I’m getting dressed,” Hermione answered with a small frown.

“You won’t need clothes where we are going,” he smirked meanly. He pulled a small paperweight out of one pocket and tapped it with his wand “Portus”.

Lucius grabbed Hermione around the waist and held her hand to the portkey as well. In less than a minute, she felt the familiar tug behind her navel, and they were gone.

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A/N – Not my most pleasant chapter, but I’m afraid I had to do it. Please review, I hope I didn’t take it too far.

Divine Angel – I still love Blaise. JK says that he’s very good looking. I can adjust my description of him. Very good looking is still very good looking to me. Next story, that is.

Dreamweaver/ Petalsoft – Thank you. A Schipperke is a dog, BTW. A very intelligent, loving, beautiful dog. They are popular in Belgium and the Netherlands.